It's my 18th birthday today, which means I can get (legally) pissed, vote, and, of course, get my very own credit card.
Well aren't you going to wish me happy birthday?
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18th B-day. The day you (legally) assault the beaches of Beermandy. What a glorious day indeed. happy birthday, and may the fewest possible number of your brave brain cells die while storming those beaches.